Bird Dude Nie Bufan Chapter 78: The fourth battle of capture and acceptance


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In the auxiliary temple, the national teacher Fan Luogang heard that Hexiang reported the disappearance of "Ouyang Crazy" with a sad face, and then received the emperor's order to keep his newly promoted scorpion "Wei Xiaobao" temporarily Beside, assist in investigating the whereabouts of a thief.

"Wei Xiaobao?" Fan Luo lied on the wooden couch with a grin. That guy was really troublesome. He was dragged away by the emperor after only an hour or two. He even dared to take a pseudonym. Did he think he was living too happy?

"Sir?" Hexiang called out worriedly.

"It's okay, don't worry about him." Although I have only met for a while, Fan Luo intuitively feels that this guy can't die, he really wants to see how the emperor can deal with him?

"It is a great honor for the emperor to give you a service book. You must not let down the emperor's kindness." The **** took Nie Bufan to a room and said, "Go bath and change clothes first. You are ready."

Nie Bufan held a pile of clothes and asked humbly: "This father-in-law, what does the servant book do?"

The **** replied blankly: "The so-called servant book mainly records the emperor’s usual words and preferences, including poetry, celebrity paintings and calligraphy, spices, etc., and is also responsible for sorting out books for the emperor, selecting appropriate reading materials, and when necessary When studying for the emperor."

Nie Bufan looked at the sky, hahaha three times in his heart. There are so many talents in the palace. Why should the emperor be so unconcerned to find him as a semi-illiterate servant? Read to him? Does the three-character classic work?

After bathing, Nie Bufan, who was well-dressed, was taken to the emperor's palace by the eunuch. However, he did not enter from the front door, but entered a small room of no more than thirty or forty square meters from the side compartment. The furnishings of the room are very simple, only the table, the cushion and the four treasures of the study.

"When the emperor is in the palace, you stay here. The emperor did not call you, just keep quiet and record quietly." The **** taught, "If the emperor goes to bed, you will work with other eunuchs to sort out the emperor’s Any calligraphy and painting on the table must be properly collected. Then select a book for the emperor and place it in the upper left corner. Generally, the membership that the emperor has seen will be in the upper right corner."

"Oh." Nie Bufan looked at this small boxy room, secretly curled his lips, asking him to stay here, it is estimated that he will be suffocated within a few days.

"In addition," the **** reminded again, "you must not touch any memorials and documents that the emperor brought back to the palace."

Nie Bufan smiled and replied: "We must not touch."

The **** nodded: "After doing this, you can go to rest. Then someone will take you to the place to live. After the ugly period, you have to get up and wait in the palace. The emperor sometimes calls you to go to the palace. Walk around in the garden and listen to your studies or small talk. Although it is only a temporary post of serving books, it is necessary to be cautious in words and deeds. It is impossible to make mistakes."

Speaking of this, I walked into an **** outside and whispered: "The emperor has returned to the palace. I will not call to bed tonight."

The preaching **** let Nie Bufan go, and then left after a few more warnings.

Waiting for people to leave, Nie Bufan just went around and looked at the small window on the wall, bored.

I moved my ears and heard the footsteps of several people from far and near, followed by greetings and changing clothes.

After a while, a few people retreated, and the palace fell silent for a moment.

"Wei Xiaobao, come out." The emperor said in a low voice.

Nie Bufan stood up slowly, walked out from behind the screen, and bowed to the emperor who was sitting on the couch in accordance with the etiquette taught by the eunuch.

The emperor looked at him up and down, and said with a smile: "It's pretty pretty in this way."

Nie Bufan kept silent while watching his nose and nose.

"Tell me, where are you from? How did you meet the national teacher? Why did he take you into the palace?"

Nie Bufan glanced at him and replied: "Xiaobao is from Xishan. He just came to Beijing not long ago and met a national teacher. As soon as he saw it, he took Xiaobao into the palace."

"It's that simple?" The emperor could hardly imagine who Fan Luo would "just like before"?

"It's that simple." Nie Bufan nodded affirmatively.

"Then why were you arrested as a thief by the guard?"

Nie Bufan showed an unlucky expression, and said the whole thing in a few words.

"Can you see his appearance clearly?" the emperor asked again.

"No." But as long as there is that suit of guards, he is sure to find people out, but unfortunately he doesn't want to worry about this stall, so the emperor has to worry about it.

The emperor fell into thought, frowning.

Nie Bufan thought to himself: In fact, he didn't care that much on the surface.

"Can you play chess?" the emperor asked suddenly.

"No."

"How about playing the piano?"

"No."

The emperor sighed and waved his hand: "Then just read me something."

He lay on his side on the couch, rubbing his brows.

Nie Bufan walked to the book table, picked and picked, skipped those with many words, and chose a picture album.

Go back to the emperor and open the first page—drink, it’s so delicious! It is directly a picture of men and women embracing intimately.

"What's wrong? Why don't you read it?" the emperor asked.

"The emperor, are you sure you want to read?"

"Of course, read it."

Nie Bufan cleared his throat, and said: "Di Shenren is quiet and happy*, the heart and soul are gone."

The emperor trembled and opened his eyes sharply.

Nie Bufan turned to the second page, and continued: "Fight against the gums and fight, and the two go together in secret."

"Although the body has a special smell, it is natural and natural." Nie Bufan shook his head and was very intoxicated. "When you love each other and kiss each other, you will be in a little touch."

With a whistle, the picture album in his hand was taken away, and the emperor turned his face calmly and said, "You are actually writing lewd poems to the **** pictures?"

Nie Bufan said innocently: "The emperor asked me to read, even if it is a wordless book, I must interpret it."

"Can't you choose a book with words?"

"This should be the occasion, just to relieve loneliness and troubles."

The emperor sneered: "I didn't expect the national teacher to choose you as a saint? He never disdains this."

"Are you disdainful or not good at this?" Nie Bufan asked sneakily.

"What's the difference?"

"If it's just disdain, it's difficult to determine whether the national teacher is clean and self-sufficient or has experienced a lot of battles. Maybe he is looking for the state of not touching the body among the flowers." Nie Bufan said seriously, "If he is not good at In this way, the emperor should promptly urge him to get involved as soon as possible, so that he will not be alone in the future and no one will succeed."

The emperor was dumbfounded, unable to speak.

Nie Bufan said again: "Don't look at xing things in a strange light, this is very serious and common. As a compassionate minister, how can you not pay attention to the physical and mental health of the minister?"

"Well... what you said is very reasonable." The emperor touched his chin and muttered, his eyes showed a bit of interest, "Guess, what kind of look does the national teacher like?"

"The emperor grew up with the national teacher, and he should know him better than I do."

"But I have never seen him look at a woman differently, not even a concubine Ji."

"This explains at least two problems." Nie Bufan stretched out **** and said, "One is that he has a problem in some aspect; the other is that he likes men."

The emperor stared at Nie Bufan and said unsure: "Like men?"

Nie Bufan nodded.

The emperor fell silent again.

Nie Bufan is strange, why hasn't he considered the possibility of impotence?

The emperor said suddenly: "For so many years, he has not been with any woman, maybe he really likes men. In this way, he probably has no experience in this aspect, I really need to help him. Put."

"What does the emperor plan to do?"

"Give him a picture book of the men's acacia."

"Good idea!" Nie Bufan stretched out his thumb and praised.

"However," the emperor said in a weird tone, "neither the palace nor the folks will openly collect such books. They must be repainted."

"Re-painting?" Nie Bufan asked, "Does it take a lot of time?"

"No, find a painter to observe the drawing on the spot. At the level of a court painter, it's just a matter of day and night."

Nie Bufan gave a thumbs up in his heart again, this emperor man was unexpectedly fierce! Completely subverted his previous wise impression of him.

It was still behind that made him stunned. The emperor continued: "Before this, I decided to experience it for myself. After all, I don’t have this experience. I don’t know how it feels. If there is no sense of joy, then Don’t bother to help the national teacher draw some acacia pictures."

"Huh? Experience it yourself?" Nie Bufan widened his eyes.

The emperor looked at him with scorching eyes.

Nie Bufan took a few steps back, pretending to be calm and said: "The emperor, do you need Xiaobao to help you call people?"

"Come here." The emperor patted the couch beside him, so he said in his spare time.

"No." Nie Bufan continued to retreat. Do what you say, do you want to act like wind?

"Come here, don't let me say it a third time." The emperor threatened.

Nie Bufan quickly ran back to the small room behind the screen. As soon as he was about to lock it, he was knocked back a few steps with a strong force, and his eyes went dark and he was heavily pressed against the wall.

"In my palace, no one can disobey my orders."

"The emperor, it is wrong for Zhan to be desolate." Nie Bufan tried hard to preach.

"Really?" The emperor pulled his hair apart, picked up a strand and sniffed, and said in a low voice, "Then who was saying lewd words to me just now?"

Who knows if you just talk about it, is there any dignity and reservedness for the monarch?

"Fight against the gums and fight against each other, and the two bodies are united in secret." The emperor laughed, "What is "two bodies in one", how about teach me?"

"The emperor is a wizard of heaven, where do I need someone to teach?" Nie Bufan rubbed along the wall like a crab.

"Well said, then I will see if I can learn by myself?" The emperor restricted his movements, picked up his belt, and ran his fingers across his neck.

Nie Bufan trembles and struggles to say: "The emperor, make a discussion, let Xiaobao go today, tomorrow I will compose some good poems to serve the country with loyalty to you...Ah!"

The emperor hooked his leg and Nie Bufan fell on his back, and then was crushed strictly.

"I have a lot of loyal ministers, and I don't need you to add color." The emperor tore open his shirt, revealing a white.

He touched it with his hand, nodded and said: "There is no woman's softness, smoothness and firmness, like the finest porcelain."

Continue down: "The waistline is very beautiful. Although it is a little thinner, the hip feels good."

Nie Bufan turned to and fro, like a kitten being teased by his owner. He wanted to get out of the gap when he saw a gap, but he was caught every time.

The emperor was only a little interested, and he couldn't help but give birth to jjj when he was so pulled.

He lowered his head and sniffed Nie Bufan's body, which was different from the powdery fragrance on women's body, with the bright sunshine and the freshness of vegetation. The first time I smell it, it's impressive.

His fingers follow the hip line and into the secret area, immediately feeling tight and fiery, as if they can **** it in.

Nie Bufan stepped back, squeezed his fingers out, didn't dare to turn around, stepped directly on his chest, and retreated with strength.

The emperor grabbed his leg, brought him with force, spread his legs, and moved closer again.

Nie Bufan didn't know that the Emperor of Tang Dynasty was called "the son of romantic emperor" outside, and his profligacy and the talent of ruling the country were equally famous. As long as it is the beauty he likes, he will find a way to get it. Fortunately, he never acted on married women. Playing in the harem is innocent, but being cautious outside, it is barely considered lewdness. Because of this, the minister was not impeached too strongly.

Nie Bufan also made his own mind. When he was lonely in the middle of the night, he showed the romantic poetry to the romantic emperor to read **** pictures, and he still mentioned the love of men unconsciously, which greatly aroused someone's curiosity. When the unscrupulous emperor met the unscrupulous village chief, it was really a fire from the sky, and it was out of control.

Nie Bufan is also unscrupulous, but in terms of intercourse, he is far from the opponent of the emperor. After several fiddling, he was already weak and weak and his consciousness blurred.

The emperor slammed in. The feeling of complete engulfment made him intoxicated, reaching the apex every time, it was almost bone-breaking. He was originally talented, and that thing was much longer than the average person. Few women satisfied him, but this time he experienced bliss in a man.

Thinking about it this way, I was even more interested and spared no effort to toss.

In the narrow secluded room, the two bodies tangled and rolled, panting. The table case was overturned, the clothes were messy, and the fighting was fierce.

Outside the door, the **** listened to the corner without changing his face, while dutifully recording...

The author has something to say: This emperor is the most charming and unscrupulous person in this article, a typical double-faced character.

If this chapter gets a yellow card, I will propose to drop the moral chapter and return to the journey, eh.


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